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Jennifer.
Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
Nathan.
Wild man. Runs on tip toes. Into choo choos and trash trucks. Might miss something when he's asleep. Thomas is everything. Enjoys long walks. Are fruit snacks in the food pyramid? There is no one cuter.
Brian.
Daddy. Cleans his cleaning products. Works for the red roof. Should be in a rock band. Solves all family problems. Drinks way more creamer than coffee. Will be playing Xbox when he's 80.
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Thursday, February 13, 2014, 9:25 AM
Well it only seems fitting to blog about Nathan after I stayed up with him all last night as I caught his barf in my cupped hands, twice. This post is being sponsored by Tide.
So let's rewind back to January when my little darling dear turned 2 years old. Who let that happen? In my mind, he's still fresh out of the oven and I'm feeling guilty for not doing educational flashcards while he lays there on the playmat drooling.
But the big 2 was upon us and we celebrated by having both sets of Gigis and Papas up for a par-tay. Also in attendance was Nathan's Aunt Jenny and cuz Marlie. I can't tell you how good it felt to have our family there. Even if I have to live in a place that regularly sells T-shirts like this:
On Friday, his real birthday, and before company came, we dined on Naters favorite: CHICKEN AND FRIES! CHICKEN AND FRIES! I also picked up some cupcakes from a local bakery that I would like to marry. We let him open two presents, which was a giant mistake, because he wanted to then open up the world's supply of presents.
On Saturday the official sign went up:
Then, the other official sign went up:
Please note that I made Brian purchase $30 worth of balloons at 6pm at night with his father-in-law who likes to talk about investing in stocks and the importance of writing your local Senator while on any car ride. Thanks, Big Bri.
Then, around a crowded kitchen table, the 9 of us dined on Pioneer Woman spaghetti, fresh salad and my homemade yellow cake with chocolate frosting. Which I continued to polish off every day, much to the dismay of my foot speed.
After Nathan murdered an adult size piece of cake, we opened presents. Brian and I bought him everything at Toys R Us, he also got a wagon and a shovel. It was everything young Nathan dreamed of, and it made me very, very tired.
It was the greatest day of my life, two years ago, even though I can no longer do a cartwheel without the feeling of my c-section scar ripping open and flooding the universe with my guts. Trust me. I tried that cartwheel about two weeks ago.